The thing continued to hold its place about fifty feet from the spot where Emma had walked into the water.
It had not liked it when the big one had pulled the pretty people from the water. He had started thinking of them like this of late but he didn’t know why. He just knew that at one time he had thought of them as people. He did know he liked the way the pretty people’s hair had blown out around her. It would have been a nice trophy down here in his home. Its hair would have floated in the water for a long time making pretty little streams as it floated around the pretty people.
Something from the back of its mind made its way forward and there was the image of another pretty people from long ago. The image was of someone else with long flowing hair but it had been different. It had been dark like the night sky and it also blew out in the wind. This pretty people he remembered smiling and it thought it had been at him. The image made him sad and he didn’t want to remember it. Something bad had hurt that other pretty people and then she wasn’t pretty no more. She had been all dark and ugly. Then he did remember something very clearly. He remembered what happened to that pretty people. She had been burned by the other one. The one he had made his first trophy. Yes he remembered, he hadn’t liked the other pretty one being burned and all that pretty hair gone from her.
The pain this last image brought to the creature was beyond bearable. It let out a roar that could have been heard for miles around the lake.
It sunk back to the depths of the water and moved away from where this other pretty people had almost come to him. He didn’t like the big one. The big one took away something it wanted. The big one had taken away the pretty people and he wanted her back. The pretty people might make the pain stop. She might make the hurting in his head go away.
For all of you out there who are now hook up to the Garmin Vivofit or any other of these crazy 'let's track this crazy person' God bless you. I've had mine a week and finally got hook up, hook in, and on the hook in general. Face it, a writer's life is pretty sedentary and there isn't mush we can do about that.
Oh I guess we can all carry something around with us that let's us dictate our stories but I would be scared I would end up in a looney bin somewhere. Think about it. You walk around talking about knocking someone off, especially if you're going for something particularly gruesome, or rattling off about ghost or monsters chasing some person or doing away with people someone is going to get concerned. The next thing you know the guys with the little white jackets are pulling up beside you and fitting you for one of those said garments. I don't know about you but that is not the look I'm going for. Who knows, I might actually look good in one but I'm not real crazy about finding out.
Anyway back to the uncomfortable thing that now has me chasing my tail. Come on people if you try to hit a goal of 10,000 steps a day at some point you're going to have to end up chasing your damn tail to get to that goal. Hell half the time I can't find my arse with both hands and you want me to chase the damn thing. Oh well I'll give it a whirl, or two, or three; crap this could go on forever.
Now back to the uncomfortable part. I don't wear my good jewelry all the time and yes this includes my wedding rings. I have a tendency to feel constrained and I can only put up with this for so long. So now I have the 'I'm taking this thing off every time I sit down and then put it back on when I get up again' thing. Are you kidding me? Remember I'm the one who can't find their arse half the time and now I have to keep up with my exercise Nazi.
Now please don't get me wrong. I'm sure that Garmin did everything they could to make this little gadget comfortable. I know that a lot of very smart people worked really hard to make this the best self help device possible. The unfortunate fact is that I'm a whiny little bitch when it comes to my personal comfort and having my own way about certain things. I don't like anyone telling me what I have to do not even a tiny little gadget that's only purpose is to try and make me a healthier, happier individual. Anyway this is day one and maybe I'll come around and learn to love the thing and if not there is always batting practice. Hey that's still exercise.
A collection of short stories for everyone but if you're going on the road, especially in any type of RV, or if you have a fear of big semi trucks you might want to read this one in the comfort of your bedroom with the lights on. If the last is really on your 'Things That Scare the Crap Out of Me' list, you might want a companion to keep you company and keep the Boogeyman at bay. If you love to travel the roads in a converted bus or a brand new RV these stories are sure to give you a shutter in the dark of night. For those brave souls who still want to open the cover, enjoy. May I recommend you read this book around a fire while you're camping out. Come on in and let me introduce you to some of my friends. There are those who will welcome you with open arms and some may make you run screaming into the night.
Emma was settling into her new home in Missouri and things were going great. She had inherited the farm from her Grandmother when she had died the year before. Emma soon found out that her family’s estate came with more than the land. There was a curse and a few specters that had made things a little rough for a while. It would appear a buried treasure has been added to the list as well to go along with everything else. The biggest problem with that is there are people out there looking for that treasure and they are by far worse than any ghost she had fought. The body count is rising: can she and her pieced together family stop them or will Emma and her friends be added to the rising body count. Among Emma’s little army she does have a secret weapon. Those pesky spirits that had caused so much trouble when she came back are now fighting on her side and Emma is going to need each one and even they may not be enough to defeat these monstrous individuals.
For over 130 years the Rodger’s family has been living under a curse. Now Emma, the last in the bloodline, has returned to her childhood home to settle her grandmother’s estate. Emma’s mother had taken her and left after her father had died in a grisly accident. Emma might be an archeologist but never had she searched for remnants of the past so diligently and frantically. The secrets are buried in the family history and what clues she has are from the recently deceased and you can’t wake the dead to ask for more, or can you? Can she find the answers to remove the curse or will she be the next one to die a horrific death? She is on borrowed time and something in the house wants her gone and that doesn’t mean packing a bag and leaving.
Well off for another adventure with another story. Working on the fourth book. Hasn't been two years yet and I've finished three and well into the fourth at this point. My brother says I've become a writing maniac.
I'm sorry for the lack of humor of late. Too busy with the crazy stuff that goes on in my life to find time to find the humor. Oh not that there isn't any just to busy to stop and see it yet.
When I can stop and laugh at the crazy crap I've got myself into I'll be happy to relay it for those that might enjoy it. After all what could be funnier than a crazy old lady making a fool out of herself.
Oh did you guys know that there are really big ovens in most restaurants that can hold a whole person. I found this out when I asked a young man waiting on my husband and me one day. My Buddy was being particularly cute that day and was picking on me. I told him I was going to shove him in an oven and proceeded to ask the young man if there was one on the property big enough to suite my needs. He informed me that there was and he would be more than happy to turn his back for me to get Buddy inside if I thought I could accomplish this feat.
I have since asked a couple of more places if they had one big enough for a human body and found out there are a lot of them. My big surprise was that no one seems to be shocked or surprised by my quarry but actually seem to exhibit a great deal of glee at the prospect. Obviously I wasn't the first to think of this and there are a lot of people out there in danger of being shoved in an oven and the door slammed behind them. Who knew there where so many people who had others they wanted to knock of. No wonder I've always loved horror stories. They're small children's fairy tales compared to what goes on in the minds of real seemingly normal people. Now I'm scared.
The other night while driving home from the store I had a car that started trying to act erratically in the lane left of me. I noticed them in my left rear mirror. I don't know how to explain that other than you just know when something is going on when a vehicle starts acting a little strange close to you on the road.
Now if you've looked at my pic you can see I have a wild main of red hair that hides my face for the most part from the side if something isn't holding it back or the wind is blowing it out of my face.
Finally I stop at a red light and the strange behaving vehicle pulls up beside me and stops.
There were two very young men inside that car and they were evidently trying to get my attention I realize. Thinking that maybe they were trying to tell me that something was wrong with the oversize pickup I was in, and it is big, I finally turned to see what they might want.
You can imagine my surprise when I became aware that they were just trying to get my attention because of what they thought I was. You know younger, cuter , etc.
The look of sudden mortification that came over their faces was a little hurtful to my pride but it happens, I'm not a spring chicken anymore. The two not too bright young men must have decided that for an old lady I wasn't too bad however and then smiled and processed to give me a rather obscene jester. Not the middle finger I might add. My only response was to roll my eyes and turned my head away. I didn't know whether to be insulted or flattered by the jester.
They blew their horn at me as they pulled out in front after the light changed. My husband who was sitting in the seat next to me, the two whipper snappers couldn't see him from where they had been sitting, asked what was going on. I simply said nothing and continued on my way.